March 6, 2015

©Kathleen Moors

©Kathleen Moors

Grass,
crispy under my feet.
Air warm on a March morning.
Birthday.
Day!
My love wraps up
more-than-one
friend.
Light is born
onto the tips of the
tree that stands
in front of me.

“Get it, Max!”

Spring feels to
be on
the edge
of everything.

©Kathleen Moors

 

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